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About Me

We must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be. - George Bernard Shaw
I am not a bitch, I am THE bitch . . . and that's Miss Bitch to you!
I am. Socrates once said; "that an unexamined life was not worth living", and I think that he was right. If you do not truely know yourself, then you cannot truelly know anyone else.
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"Me"
Every feeling, every emotion . . .
I have brown hair. I have my Mother's eyes, my Father's hands. I have stained teeth, and olive eyes. I like to draw. I like the color of wine. I've cheated, but my hair is still brown, and my teeth are still stained, and I probably won't always like the color of wine.
I have strong muscules. I have lips that never smile. I have viens that bleed. I babble when I am nervious. I feel other peoples pain, but I cry for no reason. I like open flames. I've been stubborn since I was a child. I'm from Washington, but I hate the cold. I've cheated on diets. I've lied, but I bleed and lips still never smile, and my muscules won't always be so strong.
I have a chubby face. I have fair skin. I have a Scandinavian face that I borrowed from my Grandmother. i have short nails that I chew regularly. My feet are strange. I write. I used to make wreaths from dandelions. I don't brush my hair enough. I have cheated on tests. I fake flirtatious french accents, but I still have pale skin and I still chew my nails, and I prbably won't always have a chubby face, and I may not always write, but maybe I will start making wreaths from dandelions again.
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The Weight of the World . . . Put into Prosective

Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 08:43:00 GMT

Exercising old demons

I fear the honesty and justicethat my words have sparked in your eyes.I meant to break, not to buildthe world around meI used to build, to createI miss that daybut now i see the darkness withinwhere e...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 08:58:00 GMT

For a mad world

Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 08:56:00 GMT

A quick question

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Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 19:52:00 GMT

Another poem for someone special

A touch or caressWould cause my heart to beat wildly beneath my breastA kiss, a hugWould cause my heart to burst from my chest.The softness of your skinThe way you say my nameHow you roll your eyes at...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 08:17:00 GMT

Unsung Love

How can it be so dark . . .when you are my lightthrough all my daysand all your nights .. . is this all there is?circles runbut still unknown?houses, but never homesi love you, but you don't knowi car...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Aug 2009 09:33:00 GMT

For Willow

To touch you, to have youReal, here in my armsIs an eternity of insanityAnd wanting nothing moreThe words I seek to use to describeJust the color of your eyesCould never do them justiceAs the words so...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Aug 2009 09:14:00 GMT

I love you

To know you, is to love you.True friends are just that way. Its all about love and supporting.Truth be told I love you so, But you can never be told.My caring, my heart,And everything I amIm having ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Jul 2009 15:12:00 GMT

Blowing off a little steam

If I wrote you a poem, would you know its about you?Would you recognize if you were the prince or the shrew?Could you tell which lines you inspired?Which betrayals, in which you conspired?Could you s...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Jul 2009 15:09:00 GMT

Quotes Again

Love is the distance between reality and pain. ~ Robin Hitchcock, One Long Pair of Eyes (spoken word version) But if you could just see the beautyThese things I can never describe. ~J...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jul 2009 10:58:00 GMT